Stepping away from the writerly side of the Moose and posting some pics from the weekend. Took youngest daughter and two of the granddaughters to Anchorage for a spring break-like weekend. We walked (and walked and walked some more) through the Dimond Center Mall – Oil & Vinegar shop and Build – a – Bear were the fave stops . . . oh, and the elevator. Sigh, you would think we lived in a small town or something. 🙂

For your viewing pleasure I give you the girls and some of the activities we did – more to follow: (thumbnails – click for larger view)



Fun at the Anchorage Museum – lots more pics taken, but these were fun. Can you tell what on us is coldest? And, in the second, a re-enactment of daughter and niece many years ago (about 25) when THEY were 13 and visiting the museum for the first time – trying to touch the moose and hearing over the speaker: don’t touch the moose. They looked around – saw nobody and tried again only to hear: I SAID, DON’T TOUCH THE MOOSE! lol. These girls did not try to touch the moose.
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Fun at Alaska Wildberry Products – home of the largest chocolate waterfall and some pretty big critters, too. Yes, the girls are putting their hands into the moose’s nostrils – sigh.

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Fun at the Alaska Rock Gym. The girls met Josh and learned to harness up, then to practice on the small wall, first with Josh and then with Mama/Auntie as the belay-er. They did some rock climbing without ropes on the smaller walls and then Auntie watched over them with ropes and much fun. We had a couple of tired girlies by the end of the day.

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But, not TOO tired, to do some cutting up with the giant scissors at Great Cuts.

We both took many more pictures and even some video which may be shared later. Hope you enjoyed a bit of our spring break fun.

She sorted – chose – chose again. The bin was full – her heart moreso.

When she touched it she knew. It was the perfect stone.

Tears fell as she placed it on her son’s grave.
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Trifecta challenged us this week with STONE. These 33 words were gifted to me because of an overheard conversation between my daughter and her daughter. It is dedicated to my grandson – lost much too soon.

Velma Jones sipped her tea next to her window. Jamie seemed closer somehow after missing him so much yesterday.

An aide entered and Velma smiled in her direction. Her once bright blue eyes, now milky with age, could only see the worker’s shape vaguely. All of the aides were “Missie-girl” to Velma.

“‘Morning, Miz Jones. How’re you doing today? Shall I close the winder for ya?”

Nah, Missie-girl. I’s fine. I’s lissenin to them noisemakers out there. Must be a storm a-comin, they are that noisy. Jamie and I allus loved to walk in the rain. Jus lissen to em!

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Here are another 100 words to complement last week’s 100 word challenge. Widder Jones has a first name!
VV’s 100 Word Challenge this week is MILKY.

Martin_Heigan / Nature Photos / CC BY-NC-ND

Hannah, take a memo.
Hannah, write a PSA.
Hannah, did you make my flight arrangements yet?
Hannah, coffee, STAT!
Hannah, the phone is ringing – still.

Hannah, juggle my balls, please.

Right away, sir.

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Ever have a job like that? Yeah, me, too. The italicized words, of course, are in Hannah’s mind voice.

Thanks, Trifecta, for another great challenge.

Matt Blaze / Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND

Is this thing on? I always worry that I’ve forgotten something.

It’s hard for me to tell you these things, Susie, but now it’s time. I’m not your dad.

Your dad is . . . shoot!
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33 words! That’s the weekend challenge from trifecta’s wordy editors – write 33 words (only!) in 1st person narrative. Phew!